Having finally shaken the swine of a cold which dogged me over the festive period, I think I've been well for about a week now. So guess what? I've caught another cold. Frankly even Victor Meldrew would find this more believable than I do. I've spent the entire day at work with a sore throat and a stuffy nose. I wouldn't mind, but if I buy any more Sudafed from the local chemist, they're going to report me for being a pusher.

On top of that, it's a week now since the snow drifted over Sussex and I had to cancel an all-day clinic in Crowborough. So guess what? I'm due to go there again tomorrow, and they're forecasting more snow. Although the latest weather report has downgraded it to "heavy rain". So if I don't get snowed in, I'll be washed away in a flood.

But on the bright side, I've attacked my horse with upholstery cleaner, gone off my rocker with wood restorer, and groomed it with a clothes brush. Or maybe that should be a clothes horse brush.


I'm quite pleased with the results in the mane. Especially as a lot of the work was done on the hoof. Amelie hasn't seen it yet though. I can't fit both her and the horse in the living room at the same time. I may have to pray to St Leonard for an answer.